We are starting the new year in what appears to be a much worse situation, writes Howard Feldman.
The knowledge that this is my last column of 2020 weighs heavily on me. Truth be told, with having spent most of the year in lockdown, pretty much everything is heavier than it was. Whereas in 2019 I entered 10km races, and even completed some of them, on a good day in 2020 I am happy if I managed to complete 500 steps. Honestly, it’s a testament to science and to the miracle of the human body that I don’t need to lie down after writing each paragraph.
It was indeed a terrible year. If Covid wasn’t a challenge enough, around March I started noticing that all my clothes were steadily shrinking. Even my shoes seemed tighter, something that has not happened before. The alcohol prohibition turned me into a daytime drinker and my nicotine cravings during the tabaco ban were horrendous. This was particularly worrisome as I have never been a smoker.